Hello All, This thought struck me when I was thinking of a scenario where if someone by mistake keeps a cig other way around while smoking, how would it be to have their lips burnt.
Wrote one paragraph and it lead me further to complete the poem. Later the same first paragraph drove me to think in another front and made me write another poem, and yet another. Having the first paragraph same, 3 poems are written now.
Please go through all of them and tell me which one you like the most. Thank you.
Burnt Lips – 1
My lips are burnt
Soft pink lips are now turned black, rough
Did not have a clue till I felt the fire
When my lips were locked with yours
Every time you touch, I explode
Rush in blood veins, I turn red
Every time you stare, I dissolve
I dissolve in to lava from iron
This is no small game, it’s a fight
Fight between you and me
I put everything I have for the fight
Every space we find becomes our battle field
No winning or losing here
It’s a life or death combat
All feelings turned in to weapons
And we battle till we die.
Burnt Lips – 2
My lips are burnt
Soft pink lips are now turned black, rough
Did not have a clue till I felt the fire
When my lips were locked with yours
I thought that was love
I carried the burning marks with pride
I lost my laugh for weeks in pain
Burning takes a minute, healing a month
You never kissed me again
Thought you were concerned
My lips just had few scars left
I was ready to get burnt again
This time your kiss, just didn’t burn me
Your lips were filled with poison
Now on my last breath I realize
It was hate not love you had.
Burnt Lips – 3
My lips are burnt
Soft pink lips are now turned black, rough
Did not have a clue till I felt the fire
When my lips were locked with yours
I knew it is passion which became fire
I was overwhelmed for the love you have
Your eyes were closed tight
I believed you have my image behind the closed eyes
You started getting rough day by day
I like a flower, was blossomed by your love
Loved you from the bottom of my heart
Took all pain you gave with smile
You whispered ‘her’ name when lost control
Your eyes were shut the way it used to be
I now know, why so passion and pain
You always had ‘her’ behind those closed eyes
My heart is now a broken mirror
I see your and ‘her’ face in every single piece
I cry blood in pain and devastation
Those scars keep reminding me of the betrayal
BhaShe
8 comments:
I liked second one
First and third are really good (in my view). Between these two, I liked the first one more. Overall, a very good experiment
All are good. 2nd one is very good.
wonderful
nicely written
All are nice!
I liked third one the most :)
I liked the third poem.Just an infatuation or lust should never be mistaken for love.It is an eye opener for all the youngsters who want to enter in to a relationship.
Hi,
I have to back in to your blog to dig out some more pearls (not ಮುತ್ತು
!!!).
Here is my comment through 3 poems
ಬರ್ನ್ಟ್ ಲಿಪ್ಸ್ - ೧ ಕ್ಕೆ
ಸಿಗರೇಟು ಸುಟ್ಟೀತು ತುಟಿ
ಹಚ್ಚ ಬಹುದಾಗ ಬರ್ನಾಲೋ ಮತ್ತೊಂದೋ
ಹಾಳಾದ್ದು...
ಕೊಂಡಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲ ನನ್ನ ಜೋಬಿಗೆ ತುಟ್ಟೀ
ಇದಕೆಲ್ಲಿ ತರಲಿ ಹೇಳಿ ನಾನು ಮದ್ದು?
ಬರ್ನ್ಟ್ ಲಿಪ್ಸ್ - ೨ ಕ್ಕೆ
ಮೊದಲ ಮುತ್ತು ಮಗುವ ಹುಟ್ಟಿನಂತೆ
ಅದು ನಾರ್ಮಲ್ಲೋ ಸಿಜರಿಯನ್ನೋ
ಆ ಡಾಕ್ಟರಿಗೇ ಗೊತ್ತು; ಅವಳೂ ಡಾಕ್ಟರೇ ಭಾಶೆ
ಮತ್ತೇ ಕೊಡದೇ ಮುತ್ತೂ ಕೊಡದೆ
ಹೃದಯ ಸರ್ಜರಿ ಮಾಡಿದ ತಜ್ಞೆ!
ಸುಟ್ಟ ತುಟಿಗೂ ಹಚ್ಚ ಬಹುದಲ್ಲ ಅವಳೇ
ಮುಲಾಮು...
ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ ಸುಖದ ಮುಂದೆ ನಿವಾಳಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಾಡು
ಮುತ್ತೂ ರೊಟೀನು
ಬರ್ನ್ಟ್ ಲಿಪ್ಸ್ - ೩ ಕ್ಕೆ
( He, this poem touched my heart)
ನಿನ್ನ ಇತಿಹಾಸ ಅಗೆಯಲು ಮನಸಿಲ್ಲ;
ಒಳಗಿನವಳು ಹೊರಗೆ ಕಾದು ಕುಳಿತ ನನ್ನ
ನಿನ್ನ ಸಿಗರೇಟಿನಂತೆಯೇ ಸುಡುವಳು
ನಿನಗೋ ಇಲ್ಲೂ ಗೆಲ್ಲುವ ಆಸೆ
ಅಲ್ಲೂ ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ಸಾಮ್ರಜ್ಯ ದಕ್ಕಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ
ದುರಾಸೆ...
ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮುತ್ತು ಮುತ್ತುಗಟ್ಟುವ ಅ ಅವೇಳೆ
ನಿನಗೂ ನೆನಪದೀತು ನನ್ನದು
ಅವಳ ತುಟಿಗೆ ಬೆರೆಸಿ ನಿನ್ನ ತುಟಿ
ಚುಂಬಿಸುವಾಗ...
ದ್ರೋಹಿ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಯು ನೀನು
ಆದರೂ ನಾನು ಕರಗುವೆನು
- Badarinath Palavalli
Please visit my Kannada poetry blog:
www.badari-poems.blogspot.com
really nice one....
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